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you you'd stolen thousands from
them that trusted you, and had a
sentence of 15 years. You'd just
about have come out now if he
hadn't hadn't "
His voice broke. Randall might
have tried to take advantage of his
weakness to plead with him, but he
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V "I was dying of tuberculosis," con
tinued the other presently. "When
they transferred us to the new peni
tentiary you made me a proposition.
If we'd change names and sentences
it wouldn't matter to me, because I'd
soon be dead and you swore you'd
look after my little girl as long as
you lived she that was alone in the
world, that hadn't any chance in life
but that of an asylum orphan. You
swore it Well! You liar, you hound,
where is Lily? Did you ever find
Randall still returned no answer.
"You didn't, you dog!" swore the
j tramp, clenching his fists. "I waited
and waited for the message that was
to come to me and never came. Then,
I determined that I wouldn't die. f d
serve out my fifteen years your fif
teen years and I'd come back, and
first I'd find her, and then I'd take
your life. Where is she? What have
you done with her? Or did you never
try to find her?"
The struggle upon the other's face
was terrific, but still he refrained
from answering. After a few mo
ments the tramp cooled, he seemed
possessed by a devil of vengeance.
"I meant to take your life," he said.
"I thought I'd find you among the
kind you used to mix with. But when
v I tracked you here and found you
r was respected, a church warden, and
the head of the Young People's
league, and all that sort of graft, and
had a wife and girl, I saw your meas
ly life wasn't any use to me. I re
solved to take other means. First I'll
ruin you, and then I'll hound you
back to the penitentiary to serve out
your fifteen years." '
Randall lifted his head and spoke, i
"But that won't give you back your
daughter," he said gently.
The tramp sprang to his feet. "You
know where she is!" he swore.
Randall got up. There was a new
dignity in his manner as he confront
ed the other. "Yes, I know," he an
swered. "She is happily married, to
a man who is kind to her, and she
knows nothing of her father. And I
shall never tell you where she is."
"You're lying!" jeered the tramp.
"You never went near her. If you
had, you'd have taken her for your
own. And you haven't got an adopt
ed daughter, nor never had. You lie,
just as you used to lie."
Randall gazed impassively down,
the street He saw that folks were
leaving the church and strolling
homeward. Among them were his
wife and daughter, happy, littlo.
dreaming of what the future had in
store for them. The fellow saw his
look and interpreted it correctly.
"Quick, now," he said roughly. "If
you tell me where my Lily is, I'll
Il hold off until I can go and see
whether whether yon kept your
word to me. If you don't tell me I'll
denounce you. Quick, now!"
"You can do what you like," said
Randall, "but you will never know.
Do you think I am going to let an
innocent girl's life be blighted by the
knowledge that she has a convict fa
ther?" "Well, I am," answered the other.
"You won't take your" chance? Here's
your folks coming. For the last
"No," answered Randall.
His wife and daughter entered the
gate and came into the garden, then,
seeing Randall in conversation with
a tramp, hesitated. The tramp look
ed at them in astonishment Some
how, now that his vengeance was at
hand, he hesitated to use it
"Will you come here, my dear?"
called Randall to his wife. "This
man has something to say."
Wondering, the woman approach
ed. The tramp's eyes were fixed on
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